pisscob

cutfucking in the old testament—in genesis he’s rivening flesh, oozing his touch through it; then he’s the coursing of the river through the cheek of the fields of exodus. he’s the lance through the neck of generals, he’s one nephesh tied to the nephesh of a lover, chinks in the knot. he’s the rift of the next life opened like a china cabinet in kings; he’s the fuzzy, rotten-tofu feeling of yeast rotting near canaan. he’s the veil of the holy of holies, torn through its lilac center. i’m trying to tell you that he’s rimming your cuts with salt, then licking them, only ever lovingly

I always refer to one of my cats as my Lacanian kitty. She will meow incredibly insistently for something, and once it is given to her, she will look at it briefly, decide she dgaf, and continue to demand something. Nothing existing could ever satisfy her desire because it is a metonymic manifestation of a lack that is inherent to the structure of her being, she is not asking for my sandwich, she is asking for something else via sandwich, and once proven that the sandwich isn't that something else she will desire another thing in the same vain hope.

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gamecube was the best designed controller of all time exclusively for the button cluster that gave you easy thumb roll access to all buttons but also gave you the a button as a thumb rest (because it’s the one you press the most) and took into account the frequency with which each button gets pressed in its design rather than doing the stupid diamond design that gives no button priority and rests your thumb in the shitty blank space between buttons